Piers Anthony - Crewel Lye

A Del Rey Book
Published by The Ballantine Publishing Group
Copyright 1984 by Piers Anthony Jacob

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Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 84-90936

eISBN: 978-0-345-45437-9

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I vy was restricted, for no reason at all, to Castle Roogna, and of course it was overwhelmingly boring. Her mother Irene had recently gotten quite fat in the tummy, but kept right on eating and pretending it was wonderful and didnt seem to have much time for Ivy any more. To make things worse, her father King Dor had ordered a baby brother for her. Ivy did not need or want a baby brother. How could they have been so thoughtless as to order something like that without consulting the one most concerned? What good was a baby, anywayespecially a boy?

But now the infernal thing had arrived, and Irene had evidently celebrated by using a thinning spell, because she was suddenly back to normal weight, but she still had next to no time for Ivy. To heck and darnation with all cabbage leaves! Even drear Mundania, she decided, could not be worse than this.

For a time, she played with the items sent by her pun-pal, Rapunzel, who had very long hair and was similarly confined to her castle. Ivy was still too young to read and write, so they exchanged small objects, and that usually worked well enough. But there was only so much a person could do with puncils and hot-cross puns, and Ivy soon tired of them.

She found herself watching the magic tapestry in her room for hours on end and more hours sidewise; the idiot cloth had become her amusement of last resort. Its moving pictures showed everything that had ever happened in the Land of Xanth. But the pictures were fuzzy, and she wasnt much interested in history, anyway. It was so much more fun in the jungle, playing with clouds and tanglers and gourds!

As the tapestry played over a sequence several hundred years in the past, Ivy became aware of company. One of the castle ghosts was in the room. In fact, it was watching the tapestry.

Ghosts did not bother Ivy, of course; in fact, it tended to be the other way around. Ghosts avoided her because trouble seemed to follow only half a footstep behind her, and the haunts of Castle Roogna, like others of their kind, were basically settled creatures. So the presence of this one surprised Ivy, yet hardly alarmed her. She peered at it, but the outlines were fuzzy, and she could not make out which one it was. So she asked, Who are you?

Jordan, the ghost replied faintly. It was hard for ghosts to speak with any volume, because their volume was mostly vapor, but they could do it when they concentrated.

Oh, yes. Jordan was the one who had helped Mare Imbri save Castle Roogna from the Horseman oodles of time ago, before she arrived on the scene. What are you doing?

Watching my history. The ghost became clearer as she concentrated on it, shifting from amorphous cloud shape to humped sheet shape, which was an improvement.

Ivy suffered a flicker of interest. Your history? Thats Xanth history, silly!

I lived in Xanth four hundred years ago, Jordan said, becoming a vague human form.

Was it as dull as it is now?

No, it was exciting! the ghost said with greater animation than before. It was a terrific adventureI think.

You think? Ivy wanted to nail this down, because if there was anything interesting in Castle Roogna, she wanted to find it.

Well, I died from it.

Oh. Im about to die from boredom, Ivy asserted.

Oh, no, Jordan protested. Youre a Sorceress. You will grow up to be King of Xanth.

This was nothing new, but Ivys interest increased. Now Jordan was a fully formed man, partly white, partly translucent, fairly large, young, and handsome. A white lock of hair fell down partway over his right eye, which was also white. Most ghosts were white; Ivy wasnt sure why. How did you die?

Jordan shook his head. I cant quite seem to remember. Ive been dead a long time.

But thats easy to remember! Ivy exclaimed. Dying is a big deal, like getting born.

Do you remember getting born?

Of course not. Animals get born. I was found under a cabbage leaf. I should have kicked over the cabbage behind me, because now theyve found Dolph under it and theyre making him my baby brother. She pouted, as the memory rankled. If Id been smart, Id have sneaked out at night and thrown all the cabbages into the moat before Dolph arrived. Its probably all his fault Im grounded.

Yes, boys are a lot of trouble, the ghost agreed. Almost as much trouble as girls.

What?

The ghost drifted away from her, realizing that he had said something provocative and unwarranted. Everybody knew that boys were much worse than girls. But Ivy decided to forgive him his transgression, because even ghostly company was better than none. Tell me the adventure of your life.

Well, I dont quite remember that, either. I know it was exciting, and that there were monsters and magicians and swords and sorcery and beautiful women, but the details have fogged out.

Then how do you know your life is playing on the tapestry now? Ivy asked alertly.

I recognize bits of my life when I see them played. Fighting a dragon, kissing a womanit begins to come back. I know I was there.

Fighting a dragon? Ivy asked. Not the Gap Dragon?

I think I avoided that one, Jordan said. Its alive today, isnt it? So I couldnt have slain it.

Good. Because the Gap Dragon had become Ivys friend, she didnt want anything bad to have happened to him, even four hundred years ago. The Gap was now being patrolled by Stacey Steamer, the female of his kind. Eventually Stanley would grow up and return to the Gap, but that was long ago in the future and she didnt worry about it. Whod you kiss?

The ghost concentrated. Several beautiful women, I think, but the last was most. There was a cruel lie, and I died. So I hate her. But I found a better woman after I died, so maybe its all right after all.

This was getting downright fascinating! How can you find a woman after youre dead?

A dead woman, naturally. A ghost, like me.

Ivy had always known the ghosts of Castle Roogna, but hadnt thought to question them about their lives. What happened to her?

Shes still here, of course. Shes Renee.

Oh, Renee! I hear her singing sometimes. Faint, sad songs.

Yes, she is often sad. But shes a wonderful person. If I were alive again, Id marry her.

Silly, ghosts cant live again! Ivy chided him.

What about Millie?

Millie the Ghost had been a resident of Castle Roogna for eight centuries, until restored to life. She had married the Zombie Master and now had twin teen-aged children, Hiatus and Lacuna, who on occasion baby-sat for Ivy.

That was prehistoric, Ivy said shortly. Back when Good Magician Humfrey was still practicing as an old man. He helped bring her back to life. Everybody knows that. But Magician Humfrey isnt animating ghosts any more, and nobody else knows how. How can